She had been then a caged tigress of a verity; she had wrung her hands; she had held her palm hard against her leaping heart; she had walked madly to and fro, battling in thought with what seemed awful fate; she had flung herself upon her knees and wept bitter scalding tears.
"He is so noble," she had cried--"he is so noble--and I so worship his nobleness--and I have been so base!" And in her suffering her woman's nerves had for a moment betrayed her.
Heretofore she had known no weakness of her sex, but the woman soul in her so being moved, she had been broken and conquered for a space, and had gone to Anne's chamber, scarcely knowing what refuge she so sought.
It had been a feminine act, and she had realised all it signified when Anne sank weeping by her.

Women who wept and prated together at midnight in their chambers ended by telling their secrets.

So it was that it fell out that Anne saw not again the changed face to the sight of which she had that night awakened.

It seemed as if my lady from that time made plans which should never for a moment leave her alone.

The next day she was busied arranging a brilliant rout, the next a rich banquet, the next a great assembly; she drove in the Mall in her stateliest equipages; she walked upon its promenade, surrounded by her crowd of courtiers, smiling upon them, and answering them with shafts of graceful wit--the charm of her gaiety had never been so remarked upon, her air never so enchanting.
At every notable gathering in the World of Fashion she was to be seen.
Being bidden to the Court, which was at Hampton, her brilliant beauty and spirit so enlivened the royal dulness that 'twas said the Queen herself was scarce resigned to part with her, and that the ladies and gentlemen in waiting all suffered from the spleen when she withdrew.